Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malaysia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing the Association to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deepchord,
The Trojans,
Fatback Band,
Siglo XX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mr. Review,
Nik Kershaw,
Pole,
Newcleus,
ABBA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bad Manners,
The Fugs,
Derrick May,
The Saints,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Age Steppers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Cybotron,
Goldenarms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Al Stewart,
Main Source,
Mo-Dettes,
Barry Ungar,
Quantec,
the Slits,
The Remains,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick Morgan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joey Negro,
The Knickerbockers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Con Funk Shun,
Shuggie Otis,
The Angels of Light,
Howard Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funkadelic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mummies,
The Music Machine,
Skarface,
Amazonics,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Youth Brigade,
Joyce Sims,
Alice Coltrane,
Ten City,
Pussy Galore,
Yazoo,
Albert Ayler,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.